EVIE
Evie is beating the shit out of a tree.
Again, not the best look for someone titled The Evergreen, but considering the irony of all the other titles (can Remi hold a tune? Is Maeve poisonous? When was the last time Ronin skinned a deer?) maybe she can get a pass too.
It’s not an elegant bit of exertion. She’s not training, just…walloping something so she doesn’t cry.
The nightmares have been bad again.
It’s barely dawn, the time she’d normally be out running, but instead she’d muttered a vague area and plan to the guards so they wouldn’t think she had been carried off by a dragon like their Wardens seem to fall prey to. Early enough that few will be awake, and fewer - well, really just one person - would care to look into her disappearance.
The handle of her axe snaps as she hits too hard, the head whizzing off into the snow and leaving Evie off-balance and disoriented. It takes her a moment to determine what just happened, and then she yells and throws the handle at the tree as hard as she can, heedless of the fact it just bounces right back off. Heaving, she stares at the mutilated trunk, and pulls her shield from her back. No sense in stopping when she still feels the storm in her veins.
Again, not the best look for someone titled The Evergreen, but considering the irony of all the other titles (can Remi hold a tune? Is Maeve poisonous? When was the last time Ronin skinned a deer?) maybe she can get a pass too.
It’s not an elegant bit of exertion. She’s not training, just…walloping something so she doesn’t cry.
The nightmares have been bad again.
It’s barely dawn, the time she’d normally be out running, but instead she’d muttered a vague area and plan to the guards so they wouldn’t think she had been carried off by a dragon like their Wardens seem to fall prey to. Early enough that few will be awake, and fewer - well, really just one person - would care to look into her disappearance.
The handle of her axe snaps as she hits too hard, the head whizzing off into the snow and leaving Evie off-balance and disoriented. It takes her a moment to determine what just happened, and then she yells and throws the handle at the tree as hard as she can, heedless of the fact it just bounces right back off. Heaving, she stares at the mutilated trunk, and pulls her shield from her back. No sense in stopping when she still feels the storm in her veins.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
